Monroe, Marla - The Edge of Night [The Protectors 3](Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    “I’m safe. I always use a condom—till now.” Morgan ran a hand through his mussed hair. “You’re on the Pill?”
    “Um, no.” She drew in a deep breath, then let it out. “I’m already pregnant.”

    * * * *

    “You’re what?” Morgan yelled.
    “I’m pregnant.” She took a step back toward the bathroom.
    “You didn’t think it was a good idea to mention this earlier?” He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on.
    “It didn’t really come up,” she said.
    Morgan shoved his feet into his boots. He looked back over his shoulder and noticed she was by the bathroom now. He was scaring her. Now he was scaring her. He should never have given her a ride to begin with. Fuck! He’d fucked a pregnant woman.
    “Yeah, well, it has now.”
    “It shouldn’t matter to you one way or another,” she said. “Well, other than the fact that you can’t get me any more pregnant than I already am.”
    Morgan cursed and shoved his hands onto his hips. He was so angry he couldn’t think straight. Funny thing, though, was that he was angry at himself, not at her. He looked for his shirt and, once he found it, pulled it over his head. He needed some air. She was probably running away from the father of the baby. But why?
    He walked over to the door and unlocked it. When he opened the door, the wind blew damp air into the room. He didn’t bother looking back at Amanda. Instead, he closed the door behind him and went to check on the bike. The rain had stopped, though it was still windy. He checked his watch. It was only five in the morning, another hour till dawn. He decided to take a ride to clear his head.
    He didn’t bother with a helmet since he’d left it in the room. He wasn’t going to leave her there, as much as he wanted to. He’d made the decision to take her wherever she needed to go, and he would still do it, but he needed some answers from her. Whether she told him the truth or not would be up to her.
    After nearly fifteen minutes of riding, he could finally breathe again. Knowing she was pregnant hadn’t dampened his attraction to her. If anything, it had made it worse. It was the memories of his wife and their child that had stolen his breath. Flashes of how she’d looked when she first started showing kept flashing before his eyes. He could remember how excited she was. She had wanted to start decorating the nursery the next day. They’d fought over that. He had wanted to wait for a couple of months.
    Somehow he couldn’t work up guilt over that anymore. So many of his feelings concerning his wife and child’s death had grown dull now. At the time it hadn’t mattered that they had been having trouble. They could have worked things out, given time. Only they hadn’t been given any time. Now all he felt was empty when he thought about them.
    Why was Amanda on the run if she was pregnant, and how far along was she? He couldn’t believe he hadn’t known. She should be home decorating a damn nursery somewhere. In a perfect world, that was where she would be right now. Morgan knew there was no such thing as a perfect world. In a perfect world, his family wouldn’t have died in a car wreck while he was halfway around the world.
    He pulled off the highway, onto a muddy turnout, and stopped the bike. He needed to decide what he was going to do about her before he returned to the motel room. If he continued to take her where she wanted to go, he knew he would end up sleeping with her again. What he should do was find the next town with a bus stop and buy her a ticket to ride. Somehow he didn’t think she would take the ticket, though.
    Could he leave her there and keep going? What was he going to do with her if he let her ride with him? He was going to Oklahoma to visit an old army buddy. He couldn’t show up with her—could he? No.
    Nothing was going according to plan, which was why he rarely made plans. He’d spent the last several weeks helping out a couple of buddies protect their women.